Without Prejudice

Wealth is a sick man’s game
those who have it and those who hunger for it.
To the victor go the spoils of fame
those who seek it and those who abhor it.
Evil is a very real concept,
boiling in the bellies of the graceful.
Toiling in the fortress in their complex
to our employers we are faithful
A number arises as a spark in the eye,
obscuring the vision, clouding the mind
“I am the authority on who deserves what.
To continue your prosperity,
you’ve gotta pay a little cut
We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat
and get what we deserve
We’ll remove each tooth from each
swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.”
When a hand makes a fist,
sometimes knuckles crack and break.
When that fist strikes the ground,
the plates will shift, the Earth will shake.
Knuckle bones now exposed
true intention, self serving goals.
Bank accounts that tell of rape
The plates will shift, the Earth will shake.
Evil is a very real concept
dancing in the diner to your upset
Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth
their only success is our defeat
So drape yourself in the finest velvets,
cape, mask, and tights
and jump from the closest, tallest
building and reach new heights.
Revel in the adoration you acquire
Dive into the altruism you inspire
Then sit back and pour a drink
Relax, cause no one sees the other half.
The same qualities that you despise
are the qualities you personify.
So dig deep and find your buried heart.
I know it’s in there somewhere.
Acquisition isn’t all there is
and no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired.
Revisions of histories et al. abound.
It flatters me now. It flatters me now…
”Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite"
It flatters me now.